The next morning after returning to King Gui's Mansion, the sky was already a little bright, Zhou Renyuan was practicing a set of boxing in the courtyard, after half a month of practicing the nameless exercises, he found that the muscles of his arms and legs were already very developed, and the wound on his chest had long been healed, leaving only a light red scar, which seemed to be impossible to eliminate. After Zhou Renyuan finished punching, he felt that he was still not happy, and he didn't sweat, he saw a round stone pier in the courtyard, weighing 100 catties, he hugged the stone pier with both hands, and shouted in a low voice, "Get up", the stone pier was lifted above his head at once, "one, two, three, four, one hundred and eleven-" He used the stone pier as a dumbbell, and the passing maids and servants all smacked their tongues, obedient little prince, divine power!

Zhou Renyuan lifted the stone pier two hundred times, and was already sweating back to the room, and was about to change out of his soaked clothes, the door was pushed open, Ma arranged for the maid Huan Cui'e to serve him walked in with a basin of hot water, and naturally put the basin down, and came up to help Zhou Renyuan untie his clothes, "What are you doing?" Zhou Renyuan grabbed his clothes, "The slave maid changed the clothes of the little prince and wiped his back, didn't you often do this before, what's wrong with you today?" Cui E said strangely. "Oh, rub your back, ahhh "Mozhu, why didn't he come to serve me?" Zhou Renyuan's words interrupted Cui'e's girlish feelings. "Oh--Mozhu--he has been sullen since he came back, and he seems to have something on his mind, and I don't know where he is lazy, little prince, do you think he has a good relationship?" Cui'e asked gossipingly. Don't underestimate women, women's intuition is really sensitive. Mo Zhu seems to be missing Qiao'er, Qiao'er, Wang Wanting doesn't know what Wang Wanting is doing now, Zhou Renyuan's heart is a little bitter. "You go to Mozhu and ask him to come to my room after breakfast, I have something to look for him." Zhou Renyuan instructed Cui'e. "Yes." Cui'e said a thousand blessings, and fled from Zhou Renyuan's room like this, this girl thinks of spring! Zhou Renyuan laughed.

After breakfast, Zhou Renyuan took Mozhu and proposed to Zhu Changying to check the armament situation in Hengzhou, he had to see for himself how effective this army was. Zhu Changying agreed without hesitation, he was not in good health, the son of the world was also a sick son, and the other sons below were still too young, and sooner or later, this palace and Hengzhou would have to be entrusted to this fourth son, so they sent ten palace guards to follow them. Zhou Renyuan and Mo Zhu took the team of soldiers and horses out of the palace and came to the street, and someone who knew him shouted: "Get out of the way, the little overlord is coming!" Coaxing", pedestrians on the road avoided Zhou Renyuan was stunned when he saw this scene, why am I so famous in Hengzhou? He looked at Mo Zhu and said timidly: "Little prince, this is - this is the affectionate name of the people of Hengzhou for you." "Fart's endear, why don't they call me a savior? God Jesus?" Zhou Renyuan scolded hatefully. "Oh, little prince, you have been poisoned too deeply by that blue-eyed missionary Rost, open your mouth, God shut up, if Jesus is known by the old prince, it will be terrible!" Mo Zhu was so frightened that he wanted to cover Zhou Renyuan's mouth. Zhou Renyuan's head flashed to the side, and he blocked Mo Zhu's outstretched arm with a horsewhip: "What? Do you make it clear? Are there Western missionaries in Hengzhou?" Yes, little prince, didn't you often go to the church in the west of the city to chat with that priest and give him something?" Mozhu replied, "Why did you forget all this?" Isn't your injury good enough and your memory hasn't fully recovered?" Mo Zhu was really worried. "Oh—I forgot for a moment." Zhou Renyuan said, "Let's go, go to the church first, and then go to the barracks." With a whip of his horse, he led the procession straight to the west of the city. Not long after Zhou Renyuan left the palace, the two girls rode jujube red horses to the gate of the palace to find Zhou Renyuan, when they heard that Zhou Renyuan took people to the barracks early in the morning, the girl in the red cloak had a cold face, and whipped the ground with a horsewhip, and said hatefully: "This dead man with no conscience came back and didn't come to see me first, it really made people worry about him in vain, Xiaolan, let's go to the barracks." Saying that, the girl who turned over and got on the horse called Xiaolan took a breath of cold air: "My eldest lady, that's a military camp!" What's wrong with the barracks, it's not like Miss Ben hasn't been there. The girl in the red cloak smiled on the horse, "Drive-" As soon as the horse whip was whipped, the person had already run out, and Xiaolan hurriedly got on the horse and chased after him.

Zhou Renyuan led people to the church, there was no one in the church, only a young scholar in his twenties or so talking to the missionary Rost, and the young man listened very seriously and kept nodding. "Oh my God, little prince, what kind of wind blew you here?" The sharp-eyed Rost recognized at a glance Zhou Renyuan, who was about to enter the door, and shouted at him, in fact, he was having a headache: "God, the Roman gold coin I hid under the bed is going to be unlucky again." Zhou Renyuan looked at Rost, dressed in a black priest's uniform, with a big silver cross hanging on his chest, messy hair, and a scruffy beard, it seems that this guy is not very good in Hengzhou, but he speaks Chinese quite fluently. Haha, my old friend, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much, God bless you!" As he spoke, he nodded his forehead with his right index finger, and then drew a cross on his chest: "Oh my God, little prince, you actually used Catholic etiquette to greet you, when did you convert to Catholicism?" Rost was pleasantly surprised, grabbed Zhou Renyuan's hand and shook it vigorously. Zhou Renyuan pushed Rost away and scolded with a smile: "Convert to fart, your Holy Roman Empire has been defeated by the European Union, Catholicism has declined, and now that Protestantism is rising, who will convert to Catholicism, I am respecting your faith, understand?" Rost thought he was going crazy, not long before he received a letter from Pope Benedict XII: that the allied forces of the Holy Roman Empire and Poland, Germany, and Spain had been defeated by the coalition forces of France, Sweden, Denmark, and the Netherlands in the previous year, and that the victorious powers were now propping up Protestantism, and that even England and Russia were spreading Protestantism. The Pope's order was for him to spread Catholicism and increase the number of believers in this vast country of the East at all costs. But this is top-secret information, how did this little prince of the Ming Dynasty know? Could it be that John Tong in Beijing told him? No, although this young man is the little prince, but Tang Ruowang should never have crossed paths with him, not long ago, he also received a letter from Tang Ruowang, and the letters exchanged over the years have never mentioned this little prince. God, Rost's back of his head suddenly ached. Zhou Renyuan patted Rost on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my friend, I don't want your money today, I don't want your things, I'm just here to ask you something!" Rost suddenly put his mind at ease and hurriedly said, "What's the matter?" If I knew everything, I would tell the little prince. At this time, the young man who was talking to Rost just now stepped forward and bowed to Zhou Renyuan, "Meet the little prince in the lower prince's husband." "Originally, he despised these princes and nobles, but when he heard what Zhou Renyuan and Rost were talking about, the Roman Empire, Germany, England, Protestantism or something, he became interested, so he wanted to come up and listen." What--your name is Wang Fuzhi, you are Wang Fuzhi!" Zhou Renyuan exclaimed excitedly: This Wang Fuzhi was one of the three major thinkers in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, along with Gu Yanwu and Huang Zongxi, and was the founder of China's naïve materialism, and put forward a series of materialist theories such as dialectics and contradiction. And this person knows everything about astronomy, geography, mathematics and philosophy, the most amazing thing is that he can read four books and five classics at the age of 4, and he is 21 years old at the age of 14. He was loyal to the Ming Dynasty all his life, after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, he also led people to rebel against the Qing Dynasty, but unfortunately all failed, and then discouraged and lived in Hengyang, Hengshan, self-proclaimed Chuanshan, concentrated on writing books, and said that his doctrine is the famous "Chuanshan Doctrine", after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, he wanted to recruit him out of the mountain many times, but he was sternly refused, claiming to be a widow of the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty did not dare to treat him in view of his prestige, and he went with him. "If you find a treasure, you must take Wang Fuzhi into your pocket," Zhou Renyuan made up his mind. "How can the little prince know that he is here?" Wang Fuzhi said a little strangely. "Prodigy, is there anyone in the whole Hengzhou who doesn't know, and Brother Nong (Wang Fu's Zi Nong), please wait a while. I'll have something to talk to you about later. Rost spoke: "It seems that the little prince admires this prince very much, and I also admire him very much, he often comes to me to ask about European culture and scientific knowledge, and the little prince, you often come to me to get some things." After speaking, he looked at Zhou Renyuan playfully. Mo Zhu next to him laughed out loud, Zhou Renyuan's old face turned red, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "Count me on what I bought, right, how much?" Lao Luo, you make a price, and I will send someone to bring the silver over immediately. Now Rost panicked, "Don't dare, don't dare, those things are all I willingly gave to the little prince." Say, little prince, what did you ask me about it just now?" Seeing Rost say the right thing, Zhou Renyuan straightened his face and whispered in Rost's ear: "Do you know artillery?" ohmygod!” Rost rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhou Renyuan hurriedly pinched Rost's people, why was this foreign devil so cowardly, and the artillery actually fainted. Rost woke up leisurely, and when he saw Zhou Renyuan, he pleaded with a handful of snot and tears: "Please, little prince, I can't be your artillery, although I know artillery, but I am here to preach at the will of the Lord, not to be a soldier and kill people, I still have twenty Roman gold coins under my bed, all dedicated to the little prince, I really can't kill people, the Lord will punish me, woo-woo-!" He actually cried as he spoke. Mozhu Wang Fuzhi and those pro-soldiers were in an uproar, the little prince was really good, and he actually wanted to pull this missionary as an artilleryman. "When you're big-" Zhou Renyuan couldn't help but laugh, "Lao Luo, I didn't let you go to the army, I mean, if you know artillery, can you help me guide me and make some suggestions." "What is not being a soldier? Is it guidance and advice, that's the advisor?" Rost scrambled to his feet from the ground. "Yes, it's a consultant, and I can pay you." Zhou Renyuan replied affirmatively. "What? And the salary? Well, I'll be the advisor!" Rost seemed to see the silver glittering in front of his eyes. Zhou Renyuan smiled: "This consultant is not easy to be, it depends on how many real guys you have in your stomach!" Little prince, I guarantee that all the real guys in my stomach are more real than silver, not more real than gold. Rost swore an oath. We're going to the barracks right away, and you're going to come with you, Brother Nong?" Zhou Renyuan asked Wang Fuzhi. "Good! Since the little prince is gracious, it will be disrespectful!" Wang Fuzhi also wanted to see how the military strength of Hengzhou was. Zhou Renyuan divided two horses for Wang Fuzhi and Rost, and Wang Fuzhi could barely get on the horse, but Rost got on the horse with a swish, and quickly ran forward. Zhou Renyuan sighed, this European's physical fitness is good, the upper nobles and the lower class people are still martial, and they duel at every turn. Zhou Renyuan was very competitive, and he clamped the horse's belly with his legs together, and "drove-" the white horse accelerated forward for a while, catching up with Rost and Zhou Renyuan, so they drove side by side, causing pedestrians on the road to look sideways: "Little Overlord really knows how to play, and now he will play with Westerners." Seeing that Mozhu and the others were all behind, Zhou Renyuan had no one by his side, so he plucked up the courage to ask him: "Little prince, how do you know that our Holy Roman Empire has been defeated?" Zhou Renyuan smiled slyly, "You really want to know?" Rost kept nodding his head, Zhou Renyuan whispered to Rost, then laughed and left, Rost almost fell off his horse, "it's secret", this is clearly English, God, Britain has sent Protestant missionaries to China, and has already made contact with the prince of the Ming Dynasty, no, I must write today to report this situation to His Majesty the Pope